Early Music–Robert Estes
We lay on the floorin one of the tinypiano-practice rooms.We had to take whatwe could find those days.In loco parentis was the rule.She would reach up and depressa few keys every once in… Continue reading
THERE’S A WORD FOR THAT — MIKKI GILLETTE
CHARACTERSPOE – a trans woman in her 20s, quirky and light-hearted by nature, the difficulties of livingand dating as a trans woman have heightened her suspicion and vigilance.EDDIE – a cis man in… Continue reading
Sampsonia at Night–Shaheen Dil
-on a water color, by Peggi Habets Whatever else may come,the lamplights’ frosted glowwill burn upon this empty street,trucks parked against the black curbwill never stirwith headlights shining,their signals will not blinkas if… Continue reading
R(evolution) — Megan Wildhood
You are Brothers now,Can you dig(itize) it? Al(gorithm),Ana(lytics), Ava(tar). From sea(rch) toshining sea(rch), every person(a) hasa mic(rosoft), each con(tent)the cur(ation). We are believers;We are Br(other)s. Partners in cri(me),real time, zoom, zo(om) to save… Continue reading
Word Flakes — Martina Reisz Newberry
What the metro signs offer,what the bus signs say,what the taxis and the shuttlestack on the back of seats,what the highway offers… Watch Your Feet (they might get away from you),Keep Your Eyes… Continue reading
Art Gallery — Mario Loprete
b-boy untitled ***Mario Loprete is an Italian artist. These works are created on concrete mediums.
A Raphael on a Mo-ped — Alice G. Waldert
In a museum in Romethere are rooms dedicated to Raphael’sMadonna and Child images that depict motherhoodas peaceful and serene so surreal for those of uswith wailing children in tow. But last summer while… Continue reading
Divisions of Loveliness — Hank Nadler
The scene: A room suggestive of a men’s locker room. There’s a bench in front of two standing lockers and upfront, stage left are two full-length wooden mirror frames, only the mirrors are… Continue reading
Art Gallery — Michael Buebe
***Michael Buebe is a poet from Galesburg IL. He focus on sonic poetry and often it’s visual construction on the page, or how both sound and vision play off of each other. Art… Continue reading
The Devil’s Garden — Elizabeth Spencer Spragins
Devil’s Garden, Arches National Park, Utah The devil gardens in hot sandAnd carves a crimson wonderland:Hoodoos stand with sightless eyes That stare into a savage ageWhen thunder lizards roared their rage,Caged in rock… Continue reading
Moving — Cezarija Abartis
“Tomorrow we’ll begin reading Romeo and Juliet,” I remind them. A groan, of course. In the front of the room Cecilia sits up straighter. She has already read the first two Acts,… Continue reading
Prostrations — Lucia Cherciu
After Pierre Auguste Renoir’s Study, Torso, Sunlight Effect We should all have an artist paint our portraitbefore we get to the point of refusing to wear sleeveless shirts. We should all have a… Continue reading
Old Woman Rests Against Old Man — June Blumenson
Vigeland Sculpture Park, Oslo, Norway A whole garden of stone.I run my fingers over rock facesof an old man and woman embracing. They look as if they would breakwith longing, hungry for touch.I… Continue reading
Waiting (in America) — Robert Walikis
WAITING (IN AMERICA) A Play in One Act CAST ADLEIGH: Female. Two children. Partner in the military overseas. BENORICE: Female. Single. Close to parents. Furloughed. CAMERON: Female. Single mother.… Continue reading
Know All Your Enemies — John Sweet
didn’t have the balls tokill himself until the day he finally did,and then we laughed when we heardthe news and called him a coward called his girlfriend later on that weekto see if… Continue reading
Two Short Fiction Stories — Dale Stromberg
Done and Dusted He slipped on the road, dropped his box. All his apples spilled out. And we laughed at Clumsiness. I was with Bellatrix Sakakino on her deathbed. The room was kept… Continue reading
In Light Of Night — Michael Aliprandini
I. Daylight Shooting The bus driver took the bendy road, with diligent speed and consummate skill, up from the port of Rinella and around the base of one of Salina’s volcanoes before descending… Continue reading
Simplicity — Ken Gosse
My verses come from mud and claywhere elements of earth all playbeneath the flowers of your bowers. Made from granite, common stone,the words make skeletons of bone.Tied by sinews, each continues bringing life… Continue reading
Samara — Brad Shurmantine
The setting is a seedy, one-chair tattoo shop. A beaten-up easy chair dominates stage center. Next to it are an old kitchen chair and small tables containing the artist’s tools. Off to the… Continue reading